"He's gone!" "Are you sure "Look at this sheet." "Then the other swab knew of it, and we'll settle with him." "Yes, yes.

But not yet, my good friend--not yet.

We want his asseestance in getting the gold back to the sea; he will be glad enough to give it, now that his pet bird has flown; after that--by all mins.

You shall cut his troth, and I will put one of 'is dear friend's bullets in 'im for my own satisfaction." There was a quick step on the stairs-in the corridor.
"I'd like to do it now," whispered Harris; "no time like the present." "Not yet, I tell you!" And Rattray was in the room, a silver-mounted pistol in each hand; the sight of these was a surprise to his treacherous confederates, as even I could see.
"What the devil are you two doing here ?" he thundered.
"We thought he was too quite," said Santos.

"You percive the rizzon." And he waved from empty bed to open window, then held the candle close to the tied sheet, and shrugged expressively.
"You thought he was too quiet!" echoed Rattray with fierce scorn.